This is a song about "Jolly rancher"

I stay lonely and cocky

Smokin on that holly jolly

Good, could say its jolly

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Shake that laffy taffy, jolly raunchy rapper

Gatorade with prometh, and sprite got me jolly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

A known liar if u didnt notice the oxymoron then ur prolly a jolly moron

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate